Quote Originally Posted by Evadethishonda
that house reminds me of my fathers house in Ohio. I was walkin up the steps and all of a sudden I got picked up and thrown down them. Sometimes I would be there with my step mom and would go up stairs and would find my sisters dolls hanging by their necks by the pull string for the light. I didnt sleep for a week when I visited
that house remind me of my old house before i moved. That house drove me fucking crazy. I had a room in the basement, by myself. My parents just kept calling me chicken, but i was a fucking 10 year old sleeping in basement by myself. Something would always turn off my tv or my super nintendo.
i would always hear footseps around my bed. None of my pets ever lived down there after a month they would die. i even heard vioces. my closet was just a peice of wood blocking the basement. Iwould hear noises coming from the other room in the basement. In my bathroom in my basement, there was a hole in the ceiling over the shower(which really bothered me) . We were the third family to live there.
It got to the point were i couldn't even sleep there no more. Sometimes i would wake up and not be able to get up, like something was holding me down. I couldn't move or even yell or speak. Damn that really bothered me as a child. Actually it is comin back to me writhing this.
Sometimes i would see a shodow moving around the room. I did not want ot left in that house a lone. After i moved i knew the family that moved in there after me. Their kids are even more freaked out than me. They keep a gun under their pillow. They lock their room doors.
But now im happy i moved out of that house really happy.